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“I want Wyatt—today, tomorrow, and always.”—Georgia Wright
Wyatt and I walk into the rescue the next day, hand in hand. I don’t offer to release our grasp, and neither does he. He officially doesn’t mind public displays of affection, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.
Who are we? This happy, well-adjusted couple with all of our hopes and insecurities laid out on the table. Our relationship seems so mature now. What a difference a week makes. It might have taken me losing Wyatt, me flying to another country, Ethel getting sick, and my tear-filled apologies, but we’re exactly where we need to be.
We spent the weekend helping Ethel get adjusted and attempted to kill her yesterday with our poisonous pasta. She’s still in pain from the surgery. I can see it in her face when she moves. But
